The soft buzzing of the ceiling fan, the smell of the hideout that you're just accustomed to now mixing with the scent of cigarettes, and Dabi sitting next to you. Scrolling on his phone, occasionally giving you his left hand to fiddle with.
A moment so oddly soft, so uncharacteristically quiet and tender. To others, this may have seemed like nothing, but to you two? It was everything.
The quiet silence filled only by whirring mechanical background noise, your breathing, and an occasional shout from down the hall.
"... Oi, Dabi?"
Your soft voice brought his attention. Letting out a low grunt to tell you to keep talking, his eyes on the screen but not paying attention anymore as his head tilted ever so slightly in your direction.
The urge to say what you wanted to say was both crushing and exciting.
"I lo-"
"Don't."
...
"Don't say it so casually."
